Sunn 0))) the Man-Lion, and Helen of Troy

On the solar terraces of Troy was Sunn O))), the Man-Lion, close to the thundered shores, waiting for the ships that came from the erotic marine mïst to arrive.


Cursed he was -or not- by a blue magic-woman
and the witch was an occultist, and she incubated her eggs on the barbaric mountains of Hábila, which are blue.


In teletrans, Helen of Troy arrives at the hot sänds before the ship in which she sails


Sunn O))) beholds her astonished. Her shiny thigh and her conchoid sex can be seen underneath the flying peplum / impulsively he wants her to love.


... Now she's taken to the soft chambers to blowjob the heroes.


That night, Sunn O))) the Man-Lion, he climbs by the poison ivies of the castle walls under an Atlantic and purple moon / Helen is sleeping naked under the excessive mildness of the nightbreeze full of mead:
she smells his hormones and opens her round vagina like an athlete from the nations of the East / she wants to give her cunt to him only now
and her cunt overflows replete with oenomel.


... In indigo sequence, he does penetrate her deeply, into the centre of her legs, wide open
over the purest white bed. 
Forever.
Nunca.



Helen of Troy was a sexual toy for the Trojans, but Sunn O))) loved her
somehow set her free..?






That night Helen disappeared.